driving while brown


In Kentucky, aka KY, the state with the same initials as a popular personal lubricant, County Attorney John K. Carter says being Hispanic is reason enough for a motorist to be pulled over by police in Oldham County. In open court. With video rolling. And the defense attorney pretends she didn’t hear that, just like the lady judge didn’t hear that either. That’s why they need the KY.

After all, only 1.3% of the county is Hispanic, so who even cares? And why are they here in this posh Louisville suburb anyhow? Hispanics be like lazy, collecting welfare and food stamps, speaking Espanish and stealing jobs from white people, am I right?

“Oh no, I di-int,” Prosecutor Carter esplained later [paraphrase], according to The Courier Journal: [Mas…]


Kap G is just cruisin’ round town when the cops pull him over and jack him up and all his friends. There’s a song for that: F____ la policia. [NSFW adult language.]

Chicano comic Gabriel Iglesias found out first hand what it’s like to be caught Driving While Brown in Arizona.

Iglesias, who is currently on tour, was pulled over between Yuma and Phoenix in his giant tour bus (that bears his likeness and name), and his entire crew was subjected to a “papers please” search.

Iglesias said after the incident that he has “madd love” for Arizona but might paint his tour bus with Larry the Cable Guy next time around.

Click all the way through to see Gabriel’s own quote!

By way of the mas chingon Three Sonorans blog!


If you’re black, you don’t know. If you’re brown, you remain in the dark. Red or yellow? Ditto — the Secret World of White People is hidden from your view. Reporter Ed Murphy goes under cover as a white guy to find out what’s behind the white door. The moral of the story? Be kind to your web-footed friends.

I was not dressed like this

Representing Pocho.com, I was a panelist along with a table full of young, savvy Latino digital media types as part of last night’s Digital LA Latino Content event.

Afterwards, I finished up networking and headed outside to leave. As I waited to get my car in front of the host restaurant in Beverly Hills, you’ll never guess what happened: A white lady tried to give me her car valet ticket. Twice.

You’ve heard this story a thousand times before; it’s a Latino cliché. Or is it a tradition?

Anglo person assumes brown person is a worker, there to serve them.

An old Chicano chestnut goes something like this:

I’m a Mexican-American, am married to a white woman, and I was mowing our lawn in front of our nice, big home. A white lady pulled up in a car and asked, “How much do you charge to mow a lawn?” My answer: Nothing. The lady of the house lets me sleep with her. [Mas…]